Personal Narrative: The Last Trial

Despite the fact that Nichol hadn’t said something as explicit as she saw David stabbing Gail, the prosecutor read her statement in front of the jury. Matters at David’s trial were worsened due to the emerging of a story involving a situation that occurred at a party back in May. Other teenagers had teased David of being a murder suspect, following which he stabbed a pillow and joked about killing Gail, due to being intoxicated. As a result, the jury members found David guilty of Gail’s rape and murder on January 31st 1970.

I shared in the first discussion for this book about the first killing I have known by someone close to me. A teen whose widowed father was dating my widowed mother. The partisan side of the victim’s family painted an overly exaggerated defense against him. I like everyone else wanted to witness the trial, but our parents would not allow us, and the school prohibited any student from missing school to attend unless they were called as a witness. On the day of the sentencing, I recalled my mother saying it was not a fair sentencing. I was barely a teen and all I can remember from the trial was that the judge

However, the lawyers did not let up and did everything in their power to save this man. During both trials, a person claims to witness to his crime and while up on the stand tells a well-developed

Young, beautiful Vanessa had just bought a new broiler and was ready for the electrician to put it in for her so she can use it. She had called the electrician so he could put it in for her and when he arrived he found Vanessa dead, laying on the floor with a big wound on her head. Nobody knew what happened so the police interviewed the electrician and he said that he didn’t kill her. Then the police interviewed Vanessa’s husband and he said he didn't do it and he kind of questioned it by saying didn’t it? My report will show that Vanessa’s husband killed Vanessa.

Catherine Genovese was on her way home from work to her once peaceful neighborhood. Once she arrived a man appeared out of nowhere, grabbed and stabbed her. Once stabbed Miss Genovese screamed out: “Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!”(Gansberg 128). Then the second stabbing “I’m dying!” she shrieked. “I’m dying!” (Gansberg 129). The neighbors heard the screams but, did nothing about it. Twice he was interrupted by some of the neighbors and ran off, and each time he returned, to stab her again. The third stabbing was fatal and left Miss Genovese dead. Several neighbors halted what they were doing just to look out their window to watch the murder happen. One

Within the last few weeks one of the places that my W203 went that really stood out was the Industrial Trial that was used to help generate ideas from urban walking. There’s quite a bit to see on the trail but like anything the best parts are closer to the middle. Personally, the one aspect of the trial that really seemed to catch my eye was the old Elwood Haynes car factory because of its Kokomo heritage. However, most of the time I would of just said that the place is a giant scrap yard that needs to be torn down, however, this time around I might think differently.

The clerk looked up at her almost disinterestedly. Ever so slowly the woman dropped her hand onto the top of her desk and picked up what appeared to be an official certificate. Mary Alice snatched the paper from the woman 's outstretched hand and skimmed the form until she found the box where the victim 's name was inserted. Moments later, the paper fluttered to the floor as Mary Alice 's mouth opened and she began screaming.

The neighbors who saw Miss Genovese get attacked came up with multiple excuses as to why they stood and watched as she was brutally murdered. A housewife casually said, “We thought it was a lovers’ quarrel . . .” while another excuse from a husband and wife said, “we were afraid.” The next couple that opened up about it said, that “we went to the window to see what was happening, but the light from the bedroom made it difficult to see.’’ The last person that saw what was happening, was a man that peeked out his window and said he didn’t call the police because “he was tired.”

I had a meeting with the defendant about his cane on 10/23/15 around 10:45 in the morning. I started from the beginning, “Did you know the victim (old man)?” He said yes, then I asked him how his relations were with the victim. The defendant said they were fine,”but there’s something about him, it was his eye, yeah that’s it.”“What could possibly be wrong with someone’s eye to make you kill them?!?” I asked. “It was evil, an evil eye.”exclaimed the defendant. So, I told him to tell me what happened. “Well, I sneaked in to his house and peaked in his doorway at 12 o’clock. But his eye was always closed, so it brung me no harm. Then on the 7th night I accidentally awoke him. For an entire hour, I didn’t move a single muscle.

Everyone around saw me as a grateful creature, a frank-hearted, happy, and gentle person. Is that why I was taken advantage of? Is that why the murderer did not come forward? I feel that I had given the opportunity in the murderer’s hand to take advantage of me. My kindness in the world has betrayed me. My love and support toward people is what has led me to stand in this trial. I feel no guilt inside. Only innocence stands. The only sorrow I feel is

Even my parents was in the crowds of people. “Max start how you had the knife that killed Jack's parents” Judge says “Well I was passing by Jack’s house like I do every day suddenly a man starts running out from Jack’s house, as he ran past me I heard a ‘clink’ and that's how I had the knife” I said “Hmmm it sounds like you're speaking the truth. Max is proved innocent” Judge says “But you can’t just prove Max is innocent. You need the objectors to prove to you that Max is innocent or guilty” says a man from the stands

My car broke down I thought what more? You learn quickly who your friends are or aren’t when you’re really in need. I could not get a ride anywhere to save my life from those so-called friends. After all was said and done the jury was let go to discuss their findings and rendered a verdict. Mr. Ziegler, Samantha and I went to the office and waited until we were called back over to courtroom. After about twenty minutes of waiting Mr. Ziegler received a call and we went back to the courthouse. My heart palpitated a moment when I saw the jurors come into the courtroom. Taking a deep breath I let it out slowly thanking God for bringing me this far with my sanity intact. As the juror read their verdict of not guilty on both counts I had to fight back the tears that were welling up in my eyes and hugged both attorneys with me. The judge extended his congratulations outside the courtroom and some of the jurors extended their congratulations as well. Some even said they have sat on many cases with teachers being accused when children exaggerate the story because their parents prod them along to pursue a case to get money especially from new teachers. Another juror stated the case never should have come to court for lack of evidence because what I did was just part of my job breaking up a fight between two boys. Otherwise they would have called it neglecting my duty if I did nothing. She wished to me good luck in getting your job

The silks fascinated me. Their crimson sheets billowed in the warm breeze, promising to engulf me in their creases, tempting me towards the sky. They were the only thing in camp we were allowed to climb, and though I longed for the familiarity of a good, tall, tree, I knew those twin drapes would have to do. By reclining on the crash mat that lay under the silks to prevent injuries, and half-squinting my eyes, I could imagine that the fabrics reached up infinitely, and I longed to ascend to the top. So of course, I went to the first class.

One of the most dramatic courtroom scenes of my trial was when the prosecutor removed the paper bag that was covering the impaler. The impaler found in my dungeon was a metal, retractable rod, which stood about three feet tall and was secured to a small platform that had a butt plug sitting on the top of it. Believe this or not, the judge broke out with such a spontaneous shriek of laughter, so loud and so hard that he almost fell out of his chair. His face turned red, and he quickly bent down behind his desk covering his mouth with a large white hankie to hide his laughter. The whole courtroom, including the jury, burst out howling and roaring with hysterical laughter, so wildly and so staggering that it took a few minutes for the racket to quiet down and for everyone to resume their composure. Everyone was having a ball at my huge expense.

On the way home, Jerry wondered if Marlene was drunk again and thought, I’m sure I didn’t hear her, Katherine can’t be dead. Driving into the garage, Jerry rushed into the house to find Marlene sitting alone in the darkness, weeping. After opening the curtains, he hugged her as tears poured down her face, he asked, “What did you say about Katherine.” Instantly, he knew he had heard her correctly. She screamed, “Someone murdered my mother last night.”